H FOLLOWING 
THE DEER 
the quarry jumped away in alarm. 
Straight down the wind it goes. 
Cunning old buck ! He has no idea 
what Deedeeaskh's alarm was about ; 
but a warning, whether of crow or 
jay or tainted wind or snapping twig, 
is never lost on the Wood Folk. 
Now as he bounds along, cleaving the 
woods like a living bolt, yet stopping 
short every hundred yards or so to 
whirl and listen and sort the messages 
that the wood wires bring to him, my 
big buck is perfectly sure of himself 
and of his little flock, knowing that, 
if danger follow down wind, his own 
nose will tell him all about it. I 
glance at the sun ; only another hour 
of light; and 1 am six miles from 
